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‘We’re all
going to get arrested now – you do know that, don’t you,’ said
Adam.

‘That’s the
plan,’ said Madeline.

Sure enough, a
dozen or so despondent, moody, irritable President’s special armed
police were waiting as they alighted. Madeline wanted to say, take
me to your leader - that would have sped things up a little but
these special police were in no mood for frivolities. They were
taken straight into a holding room in the east wing of the White
house ready to be professionally interrogated. It was, after all, a
pretty serious act of wilful damage. Not every day did a Learjet
land on the President’s front garden and leave ugly ruts in what
used to be a perfectly manicure lawn.

There was now
something that Madeline needed to sort out before the
interrogations started. For the last few hours, from the body
language and misplaced leadership, it was clear that Gemma thought
she was the spokes person, the one in charge and the one who would
save the world. Gemma was completely unaware of Madeline’s
incredible abilities, her weaponry, her feistiness and her success
rate in exterminating international bad guys - how could she be? A
scantily clad, gorgeous promiscuous seductress, with no bulging
muscles to speak of, just a jaw dropping figure and ‘come to bed’
eyes would surely just get in the way. Madeline naturally wanted to
avoid making a scene or humiliating her - because of Gemma they
were where they were in super quick time. The best way was to just
show her.

‘Gemma there’s
something you need to know about me,’ said Madeline.

‘You’re
pregnant?!’ said Gemma patronisingly.

Madeline was
taken aback; she didn’t expect her to say that.

‘Why would you
think that?’ snapped Madeline.

‘Ooh… where do
I start… the dilated pupils, the heavy breathing, strange eating
habits… shall I go on?’

‘I’m afraid
you’re way off the mark. I can do many things but getting pregnant
is one thing I can’t do – unless there’s something my makers
haven’t told me.’

‘Your makers?’
said Gemma trying not to appear annoyed.

She clearly was
though. They were in this critical situation and this floozy,
Madeline, was babbling about ‘makers’.

‘Yes, my
makers. I want you all to stay here, keep your ear devices in, only
I can do this now.’

‘Do what!?’
said Gemma, aghast.

Madeline rubbed
her thumb and forefinger together.

‘This…’

A powerful
blazing blue green light fired out of Madeline laser finger towards
the door lock. This time the laser was on full power, not stun and
the effects were dramatic. The singed door gently opened of its own
accord and then Grayling fainted of his own accord. Gemma and Zol
held each other tightly.

‘Won’t be
long,’ said Madeline calmly. ‘Adam, sweetheart, explain it to them
while I’m gone.’

Chapter 27:
Finding the President

This was
probably going to be the most confrontational thing she had ever
done. She knew that you can’t just walk into the White house and
ask to see the President. Normally she would have tried this simple
approach but the officious security staff were wallowing in so much
dejection and misery that they were utterly unhelpful. Clearly she
would have to do it the hard and painful way. Getting in was easy;
the lower floor area was open to the public. However with the
security breach – private jet on the lawn – five suspected
terrorists and so on, everyone was overly frisked.

Many times
before, Madeline had been frisked and the effect was always
predictable, however this time it was done by a moody despairing
post menopausal… woman. Madeline had previously turned her app off,
moody despairing people may be easier to handle, she thought. The
moody woman naturally failed to get aroused, she just dribbled a
little. Madeline was eventually let in after her vital charging
lead had been thoroughly examined and sniffed by an explosive
sensitive dog. The miserable guide babbled to the miserable
tourists and eventually told them what
she
wanted to
know.

‘The upper
floors are known as ‘the residence’. This is where the President
and his family live…’

‘Excuse me, how
do you access the upper floors… up these stairs?’ asked Madeline
coyly.

‘No! They use
the lifts for security reasons,’ the guide bawled back.

Madeline waited
for the guide and tourists to move on and then approached the foot
of the lavishly wide and grand stairway – not too dissimilar to the
one in Zol’s entrance hall in his mock Baroque seventeenth century
chateaux. As the stairs were only guarded by a mere four security
staff, a touch of sleeping gas should handle the situation nicely
but she had to get close to them. They were surprisingly alert and
instantly four hand guns were menacingly pointing at her. She knew
her flirting and seduction skills were not going to work this
time.

‘Stand back
madam of we
will
fire,’ said an especially grouchy security
guard.

She didn’t.

‘Last chance
madam, stand back of we
will
fire.’

She continued
to move still closer. A bullet bounced off her leg. A few seconds
passed and then another bullet bounced off her other leg.

‘Boys, boys,
control yourselves… oops… pardon me!’

Madeline had
farted, resulting in the four security men in a heap at the foot of
the stairs, sleeping like babies. She had to be quick - she dashed
up the flight of stairs. Meanwhile the gun fire had alerted the
other security men and to make matters worse, the tourist party
were flooding back into the room. Mayhem then ensued which was
exactly what Madeline wanted.

The President
was somewhere on the upper floor, that much she knew but exactly
where was unclear. She had no hope of accidentally stumbling upon
where he was in such an enormous building but she was in a hurry. A
plan formed in her head. Let the security guards take me to the
President, she thought. Obviously that’s where the security guards
would think she was heading, so she would follow them.
Unfortunately for this plan to work she had to hide and let them
get in front. She had demonstrated previously that she could
squeeze her amazingly flexible and pliant body into the smallest of
places. Then it was a washroom locker but unfortunately there was a
severe lack of such a thing amid the luxurious and splendorous
décor of the White House. Finally she found an unlocked door - she
darted in hoping that the guards would pass by. Two of them did,
but clearly they had all split up and gone in various directions -
back to the drawing board. No matter, the room she was in just
happened to be the security room with all the CCTV monitors. It was
a stroke of luck especially as the room was unoccupied during a
breach of security! None of the cameras appeared to be watching the
President and his family, that would of course be immoral but they
were focused on every other part of the huge building. On many of
the monitors, the guards were seen feverishly dashing about.
Despite the imposed gloom with the ultrasound conditioning they
were still loyal to the leader of their country. Madeline happened
to notice monitor 74, showing a rather elaborately garnished open
doorway, a guard could be seen talking to someone inside the room.
The guard then saluted and closed the door.

That was it!
All she had to do was find where camera 74 was situated and Bob’s
your uncle. Now though, she had to hide, several guards could be
heard racing down the corridor. No time to squeeze herself into
something so she hid as best as she could behind a filing cabinet.
Two security men entered the room and sat down in front of the
monitors. There names happened to be Huchen and Haddock.

‘She has to be
somewhere. A camera is bound to pick her up,’ said Haddock.

‘She doesn’t
stand a chance – we’ll get her!’ said Huchen.

Madeline had
already activated the app on her super watch. A couple of minutes
later…

‘You know,
there’s something that’s suddenly really bothering me... there’s an
invasion force on its way,’ said Huchen.

‘Holly shit,
there is! Why hasn’t it bothered me too, before now?’ said
Haddock.

‘Do you think
the President’s got it in hand?’

‘Damn well hope
so!’

‘Actually, no
he hasn’t,’ interrupted Madeline.

‘What the…!?’
said Haddock as he scrambled to reach his hand gun.

‘You’re the
woman they’re after!’ said Huchenn.

‘Give the man a
liquorice stick. Actually I’m Madeline Bull - British agent,
MI7.

‘Stay there
lady! Huchen, sound the alarm,’ Haddock bawled.

‘Please don’t
do that or I’ll have to zap you,’ said Madeline.

‘Oh yes,
where’s your gun?’ Haddock continued to bawl.

‘Right
here…’

The green beam
fizzed out of Madeline’s finger and lit up Huchen’s rather large
torso. He fell forward indiscriminately in to the monitors leaving
Haddock aghast and trembling.

‘Don’t worry,
It’s only on stun,’ said Madeline.

‘Who… what the
fuck are you?’ said Haddock.

‘I’ve told you,
Madeline Bull. Now think carefully, have you noticed anything odd
that’s happened in the last few minutes – not counting me?’

‘You won’t get
away with this!’

‘Okay, I’ll
answer the question. You weren’t bothered about the invasion but
now you are. You despised your country, now you don’t.’

Haddock thought
about it for a few seconds and realised she was right.

‘What the hell
is going on?’

‘The whole of
the USA… whole of the world is being conditioned - conditioned to
hate the USA. There’s an ultrasound signal that’s brainwashing
everyone. There’s an app running on this watch is blocking the
signal – making you think normally.’ explained Madeline.

‘That’s
bollocks!’ said Haddock possibly in denial.

‘Look, you have
two choices, either I blast you and do it on my own or you listen
and help me. The President is also under the influence of this
conditioning – brainwashing. That’s why he isn’t doing anything
about the invasion. The British have sent me to try and break you
all out of this spell.’

‘You need
serious help lady,’ said Haddock.

‘Have it you
own way… just tell me how to get to camera 74 then… please?’

‘Go to
hell!’

You had to
admire Haddock - sceptical and brave to the end. No doubt his
training had paid off. He swiftly joined Huchen slumped in front of
the monitors

Before she
ventured outside the room she wondered, on the off chance, if any
data base would give away the CCTV camera locations in the White
house. Obviously not, but remarkably she did find a detailed floor
plan – how unexpected, she thought.

The floor plan
helped slightly but it still took twenty minutes before she was
standing outside the lavish heavy oak panelled door – she
tentatively knocked on it.

Chapter 28:
Meeting the President

‘Hello Mr
President, I’m Madeline Bull, British agent. Please could you give
me three minutes before you press the panic button?’

She walked
hesitantly into what she realised was the Oval Office. The
President was clearly tired and had teary eyes - a battle was going
on within. His logic was fortunately still working. If an
apparently unarmed, strikingly attractive female had got this far
despite the stringent security, CCTV and countless armed guards,
she was worth listening to for three minutes. Three minutes was
enough for the app running on her super watch to take effect and
bring the President to his senses. Unlike Security guard Haddock,
he accepted every aspect of her story. He knew all about the HDU
4’s, the American’s version of Madeline Bull. He also knew that a
certain android from England was instrumental in destroying the
army of evil robots. When he realised it was the very same android
now standing before him he was momentarily stunned with such
technological perfection. He deeply thanked her and shook her hand
firmly. Madeline responded by giving him a pair of slightly manky
ear devices to wear.

‘It’s good to
meet you in the flesh as it were, Miss Bull. Once again you’ve done
your job admirably. It’s down to me now how I take this forward. I
will arrange a safe exit from the building for you,’ said the
President.

‘I think it
would be wise to let me stay. In no way am I discrediting you own
security but until everyone is clear of this ultrasound
conditioning, you are all in extreme danger.’

The President
nodded, he knew she was right.

‘The people of
the world are not behaving as they should. Not only that, it
appears the name Mark Titoo has been implanted in everyone’s mind,’
said Madeline.

‘Mark Titoo? …
No sorry, never heard of him,’ said the President.

Madeline was
considerably thrown by the President’s unawareness of Titoo. On the
surface this was a trivial oversight but the implications of such
ignorance was monumental. She would put thought into this matter
too, at a later date.

‘Incidentally I
had help in getting here: A retired CIA agent, Gemma Bream, Zol
Pidem, the multi billionaire, his Butler and Adam, my boyfriend.
They’re in your security holding room.’

‘Boyfriend eh?
You really do have advanced programming.’

Madeline was
proud of herself in how she had delivered her dialogue to the most
powerful man in the world. Clearly this was down to her experience
as a news correspondent. The President immediately came across as
an extraordinarily decent man. He was a red blooded male but he
clearly had no designs on her whatsoever despite her being probably
the prettiest, sexiest, most provocative woman ever to step foot in
the White house. His priorities were fixed, his wife and family,
his country and its people; clearly, this was why he was President
of the USA.